Love me like I love you, hold me tight every day like I do to you. Kiss me like I kiss you, pull me in like you know I want you to.
Why won't you love me like I want you to...? Is it because I am not good enough? is it because I am just another person to you. I know there are hundreds upon hundreds that you and the other's see daily.
Even with the knowledge of this... I still hold you close and my lips meet you the same every single time.
You are cold to me, the smell it makes me nauseous, the touch un-wanting.
You couldn't care less about me even if you wanted to.
But what would I expect from a glass bottle?
(This is about my previous struggles with drinking and how I felt before I finally quit drinking, Stopping this was a massive thing for me and doing so has made my life better in so many ways, If you are in the UK and struggle with drinking and want support and help please contact your GP or if you are looking for something more private please contact 0300 123 1110 for help, you are not alone and there are people who want to help you)
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Non-FictionTrigger Warning. This will have mention of mental health, SH, Suicidal nature's, eating disorders. There will also be Adult language used in most parts. This is not just about all of the negatives! This will also include the best parts of my life...
